I booked a room at a halfway house. How long, they asked, are you checking in for?
18 months, I replied.
Halfway houses are strange. You admit that you have a problem, but you don't give into having the problem completely. You declare yourself halfway cured. I'm halfway on the road to better.
I'm only halfway broken.
(No, I don't really know what the word halfway house means. I assume it means what it says it means.)
Sep 20, 2014
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